was jerked off the pillows as the massive sneeze took her, getting a
tissue to her mouth just in time. She kept it there, and, sure enough,
a second sneeze overwhelmed her at once.
fell back onto the pillows and blew her stuffy nose as best she could
through constricted nasal passages. Despite her discomfort, her vagina
tingled a little as it registered her enjoyment of her own sneezing.
she considered her plight. Her first annual leave since she had gone
straight from university to full time work at the Gay and Lesbian
Counselling Service two years ago. Now, only a few days into a
well-earned rest and she had a whopper of a cold.
was visiting clients in the field, as part of her capacity of legal
advisor for the commercial law firm at which she worked. She said she
would come home at some stage between meetings to check on her.
Her demure little rock. Cherie wiped her tickly nose and thought for a
moment. She and Karen had celebrated twelve years as a couple not long
ago. Choosing the date that Karen had ‘come out’ by impulsively
slipping a hand over Cherie's mouth to catch her young schoolfriend's
sneeze, they declared it their ‘wedding anniversary,’ a
date that had changed their lives forever.
and sneeze fetishists, a unique pairing and a one in a million chance
that they had found each other.
adults, their relationship was hardly clandestine, any more, but the
only other person on the planet who knew just how deep it went was
their old friend from university, Julie Thorpe, now a political
advisor in Canberra.
lost in thought, Cherie had failed to feel another sneezing fit
creeping up on her and she was jerked forward again, spraying her
pyjama top and the quilt before she could grab a fresh tissue.
She performed facial contortions, panting as she tried to stave off
the huge tickle while she snared up the tissue box on the bedside
table. Finally securing it in her grasp, she pulled three out for
She convulsed violently as she released the double explosion.
changing to a dry patch, she blew her nose hard, not waiting to see if
it wanted to sneeze yet again.
examined the contents unashamedly. Colds were one thing, but Cherie
had also been known to have hay fever attacks where she would reduce a
tissue to a sodden mass in as little as thirty seconds of sneezing.
fell back onto the pillows, covering her mouth with a fresh tissue as
now, a coughing fit took her. Her throat ached uncomfortably and she
spat a mouthful of phlegm into the tissue.
colds id ted years,’ she deadpanned to herself. ‘Bust be subthig
her discomfort, here she was in a sumptuously furnished, luxury unit
in upper-class Toorak, the Melbourne suburb where, as Karen put it,
‘you can meet such a lot of interesting money.’
lay in a full queen-size bed with boutique sheets, the other half of
it occupied by a ‘galpal’ who loved her to death. It was all a
long jump from Bright, three hours drive north-west of here, with an
alcoholic mother and a small-town personality.
that there was a dry tissue in her hand, Cherie closed her eyes and
cast her mind back to the morning Karen had gotten the phone call.
Helen put her head around the bedroom door. ‘There's a policewoman
on the phone for you. What you been up to?’
and Karen were in bed fooling around on this Sunday morning. They had
made bacon and eggs with strong coffee and returned to bed to eat. It
was a Sunday ritual. If the door had been closed, it would have meant
that some pretty serious love was in session, but that had already
been attended to before breakfast. Now there was just some light
canoodling and giggling.
asked Karen lazily. ‘Well, I've got nothing to hide.’ She began to
climb out of bed. ‘But I've got nothing to show either,’ she
padded swiftly to the wardrobe and put on her dressing gown, before
cruising down the passage to the phone in the living room. She
reflected that it was fortunate Helen had not come in five minutes
before when she had been removing little pieces of dried mucus from
Cherie's nose. Intimacy knew no bounds. Now what could the coppers
possibly want with her?
minutes later, she wandered into the kitchen where Helen and her
partner Li had been joined by Cherie, hair uncombed and wearing a
thick shirt and underpants. She obviously knew Sunday morning
‘pleasure sessions’ had concluded, at least for the time being.
looked at her with an expression of neutrality.
parents were killed yesterday in Goulburn,’ she
said quietly. ‘A truck hit their car.’
parents had founded a breakaway church group which had grown links
throughout Victoria and New South Wales. It wasn't a cult, but the
last Karen had heard, it was rapidly expanding and taking on this
to joining in their weird beliefs, Karen was left to raise herself for
weeks on end as her parents toured and preached in other states. A
stack of cash for food and the regular company of her schoolfriend
Cherie, Karen quickly adapted to a parentless lifestyle. She was even
quicker to adapt to Cherie teaching her the technicalities of
Cherie stepped forward. ‘Come and sit down. You've had a shock.’
shook her head, turned and poured a cup of coffee from the electric
pot. She turned back towards them and all three women, two of them
hospital interns, noticed the barely perceptible tremor in the hand
that held the cup.
might be a shock, but it's not all that unpleasant,’ she said. ‘We
weren't exactly all that close, were we?’
had to admit that was a distinct understatement. Helen and Li knew
Karen had been long since estranged from her parents, but surely in a
situation like this...
two were always unfinished business, from the moment I left to come to
Melbourne,’ Karen went on, sipping her coffee. ‘I think now the
business is about to be finished.’
the only living relative, aren't you?’ asked Cherie.
there's me and there's Aunt Violet,’ she said. ‘Mum's sister. She
was on the fringes of the church, but she wasn't as full-on as some of
the nuts it attracted. Someone will have to make the usual
arrangements for this sort of thing. I'll go and ring her.’
took a deep swallow of coffee and went back to the phone.
three women stood for a moment, taking in Karen's lack of grief or
emotion. Only Cherie knew the full story and she figured she wasn't
likely to see anything along those lines. It wasn't hatred. Karen
didn't hate anything or anybody. It was just indifference.
trotted back to the bedroom to dress and comb her luxurious long hair.
She arrived back in the kitchen just as Karen got off the phone.
pensive, she said, ‘I'm going back to Bright. I have to see Aunt
Violet and remove some things from the house.’
opened her mouth to speak.
have to do this alone, honey,’ Karen went on, no doubt reading her
thoughts. ‘Aunt Violet doesn't get around much anymore. I'm going to
help her make the preliminary arrangements. It'll be a private
cremation. She already called the funeral home. I get the impression
she had about as much time for her sister as I did, though.’
things take time,’ said Cherie, a little miffed at being excluded.
‘Will you be back tonight?’
don't know-I hope so,’ Karen answered. ‘Look, if I'm not, could
you let Professor Harkness know what's happened? I've got lectures
with her all tomorrow morning.’
reached across and took Cherie's hand.
Violet knows I'm gay, but I don't want to complicate things any more
than I have to. It's bad enough going back there in the first
began to lead Cherie out of the kitchen.
and help me get dressed.’
bothering to shower, Karen was dressed in ten minutes. Again, Cherie
noted the barely perceptible tremor in her hands. The psychologist in
her wanted to tell Karen that she shouldn't be doing this alone; or at
least not with some bitter-sounding old lady for solitary company,
then thought better of it. This situation was a little too close for
was some more conversation, a hug and a kiss, then Karen let herself
out into the cool Sunday morning air to go back into the life she had
returned to the present, fighting a large, pre-sneeze tickle in her
she breathed, and pinched the bridge of her nose, fighting the sneeze
down. Her right nostril was dribbling badly so she blocked the left to
blow it gently with the tissue she still held.
slowly out of bed, she stood swaying a little as her head thudded
dully and her throat ached. When the unsteadiness had passed, she
walked gently into the en-suite to use the toilet. That completed, she
put on her dressing gown and padded down the carpeted passage to the
well-appointed kitchen. There, she made toast and drank some orange
juice, swilling down some painkillers with it.
looked through the kitchen window at the day. A light sou’westerly
wind was blowing and the sun shone warmly. She drank more orange juice
and uttered a long, froggy belch that sounded like a chainsaw. It was
alright, she considered with a giggle, to be unladylike behind closed
doors, whether it was belching, farting or not covering her sneezes.
Karen was as blasé about her bowel habits as Cherie was about her
stared out the window, her cold temporarily forgotten, and wondered
what had been running through Karen’s mind that Sunday morning.
gunned her elderly Ford down the Hume Freeway, trying to keep her
thoughts under control. This morning’s sudden news hadn’t overly
disturbed her. If anything, it brought the closure she had wanted all
this time. She wondered if there was a will. Not that she would get
anything. They would have left the bloody lot to the church.
noon approached, she reached Mount Alpine Road. Not far now. She
started to see familiar sights and thought of the times that she and
Cherie had spent at the Kissing Cave. Their secret place for their
she drew closer, Karen finally permitted herself a few silent tears.
For the parents who had never shown their daughter love. For the girl
who had shown her love and life and made it all worthwhile.
felt like she ……what was the phrase she had seen in a Lynda
LaPlante novel? ‘Been done and left.’ Yeah, that was it. That
described her this morning.
where I want to be,’ she decided.
up the passage, she stopped abruptly and grabbed for the tissue in her
dressing gown pocket. There would be no pinching the bridge of her
nose for this one. With a ragged, hitching breath, she covered just in
time, doubling over.
mouth and nose were smeared with fluids and she saw that the tissue
was all but destroyed.
to the bedroom for fresh supplies, she remembered her last cold
several years ago when they had still been living with Helen and Li in
what big sneezies you have,’ Karen had said in her demure little
the better to spray you with, my dear,’ Cherie had returned. They
both burst into laughter at this exchange, Cherie gravitating into a
violent fit of coughing, but she didn’t care. Sometimes, being sick
was such fun.
in the bedroom, she blew her nose and cleaned up the aftermath of the
sneezes. Hanging up her dressing gown, she returned to bed, feeling
the painkillers start to kick in.
With a fresh tissue in her hand, once more Cherie returned to the past.
the surprise of the three women and Cherie’s delight, Karen was back
that evening, hurrying in the door at about 7.30. Immediately, Li
jumped up and began preparing a hot meal for her.
cremation, as I said,’ Karen told them. ‘Thursday afternoon back
going, then, I take it?,’ Cherie asked her, a little woodenly.
have to,’ replied Karen. ‘Aunt Violet’s going and she needs a
ride. And I want to see this finished.’
having eaten since breakfast, Karen vigorously attacked the roast lamb
and vegetables that Li heated up. Over this, she alluded to a few
minor points, including her childhood home, that had fallen into
disrepair since she had left. The land it stood on was probably worth
more than the house.
you find out if there’s a will?’ Cherie asked, as Karen finished
nodded. ‘There is,’ she said. ‘It’s with a firm of solicitors
right here in Melbourne of all places. But I shouldn’t worry. I
doubt if I’m even in it.’
forgot that she was holding a tissue and sneezed neatly into her palm,
drenching it. She sighed and began cleaning up, blowing her nose
vigorously. Her vagina throbbed with a light arousal that she did not
have the energy to fix with a quick masturbation session. A few
minutes later, she was about to return to the past when she heard the
front door open.
coming!’ called a cheerful voice, it’s owner skipping down the
would be if I had anything to with it,’ said Cherie in her congested
voice when appeared in the doorway.
promises,’ beamed Karen.
sat on the foot of the bed and took in the myriad of used tissues and
her lover’s bleary face with its red nose.
had sneezies?’ she asked wistfully.
felt her inner lips moistening with lust, but fought it down. She was
wearing a long black skirt with a matching jacket and a white chiffon
blouse. The immaculately coiffed junior paralegal did not partially
undress to masturbate in the middle of the day. Tonight would do
nicely. She bounced up.
going to get you some hot soup,’ she announced. ‘I’ve got
another meeting at two o clock. It’s only down at South Yarra and it
should be through by five.’
was barely 12.30 and South Yarra was ten minutes away down Toorak
get up and eat with you, then,’ said Cherie. ‘I’m sick of bed
have you been thinking about, lying here all morning?’ asked Karen,
helping Cherie into her dressing gown.
shot her a startled glance.
odd that you should ask, but I’ve been thinking about how we got
made a face and eyed the pile of tissues on the bedside table.
of a Kleenex memories thing, then?’
laughed impulsively and then covered her mouth as she began to cough.
she had recovered, they walked down the passage to the kitchen, Cherie
habitually watching the sway of Karen’s slim buttocks.
prepared soup for them both and Cherie put on fresh coffee. They ate,
Karen talking excitedly about that morning’s achievements.
throat did not allow for much talking and she paused several times to
cough or blow her nose, staving off further sneezing.
coffee, Karen wondered out loud if the Gay and Lesbian Counselling
Service was missing its star psychologist and counsellor.
just have to cope without me,’ Cherie said. ‘I went there as a
trainee counsellor, the ink still wet on my diploma- and within a
year, I was almost running the place. I need a break.’
took her work with the gay community very seriously. She threw herself
headfirst at cases none of the other counsellors wanted and her
superiors were already eying her off as future management material.
They were constantly berating local politicians for more funding and
resources. Even Julie, in Canberra, Australia’s political hub, had
explained several shortcuts to Cherie, who had thrown her weight
behind the continual requests. But it was slow going as most
politicians did not want to be associated with this area, even though
there were a couple rumoured to be involved in it.
cleaned up the lunch dishes and Karen supposed, sadly, that she should
get back and begin the afternoon.
do you want me to…to….AHISSHOO!...HAISSHHOO!’
spun round and gave vent to a pair of massive uncovered sneezes.
Belatedly, she felt in her pocket for a spare tissue.
bless you, baby,’ said Karen, wrapping her arms around her friend
from behind, her arousal now acute.
blew her nose and wiped her lips.
she said. ‘I think I’ll go back to bed.’
idea,’ nodded Karen. ‘What are you taking for that, anyway?’
and a Vicks inhaler,’ Cherie told her. ‘After my last effort,
I’m never going near the hard stuff again.’
girls recalled too vividly the cold Cherie had caught when they were
still in high school. A cocktail of medicines, cheerfully thrown down
by Cherie, had resulted in a nightmare that had terrified them both.
wise,’ approved Karen. ‘Best thing you can do today is rest. By
the way, were you trying to ask me what I wanted for tea?’
What do you want?’
get some pizza. I won’t feel like cooking and you won’t feel like
probably best, hon,’ nodded Cherie. Her sinuses tingled as if
turned into Toorak Road and, before too long, was pulling into the
rear car park of the advertising firm her company was representing.
is no good,’ she thought. ‘No good at all.’
zapped the car doors and entered the building, nodding to a couple of
employees she knew from her visits there.
senior advisor on her team hailed her and said there would be a delay
getting started as the CEO himself wanted to sit in on the meeting and
he was still on his way back from the city.
senior advisor on her team hailed her and said there would be a delay
getting started as the CEO himself wanted to sit in on the meeting and
he was still on his way back from the city.
right,’ said Karen.
‘I need the loo first anyway. Too much coffee. See you in a
cruised unhurriedly up the corridor to the spotlessly clean ladies
room. Checking that it was empty, she locked herself into a cubicle
and raised her skirt. It didn’t take long. Her expert fingers
moving skilfully and Cherie’s recent sneezing in her mind’s eye-
and ears- she arrived at a gasping, panting orgasm within a minute.
After a few moments to recover from the high, she used the
convenience provided to indeed get rid of some coffee.
cleaning herself up and straightening her clothing, she checked her
perfume and eyeshadow. Perfect. Feeling considerably better, she
left the room. There were contracts to sign and money to make. Busy
made the bed and threw away the several dozen used tissues that had
accumulated over the morning. Already, the distraction of Karen’s
presence was fading and she felt worse than ever.
on the bed, she wondered whether to get into it or go watch TV. Then
abruptly, another sneeze was coming on. She grabbed three tissues and
decided it was stifling time. Teach her nose a lesson. Cherie didn’t
stifle a great deal. However, she knew from experience that it was the
one thing she shouldn’t do in the middle of a cold. Nevertheless,
she held her tissues and panted, bringing the sneeze on. Almost at the
point of no return, she covered and pinched her nostrils shut.
nose was on fire at this treatment. She was gasping for breath and
knew there was no hope. The tissues still covering, she let go.
AHH… OHH….. AH…. HAISSHHOO!!’
paused, panting. The tissues were a spitty mess. She grabbed three
more and blew her nose, clearing it considerably. Her head pounded and
her throat ached.
she muttered. ‘Bed.’
couple of minutes later, she was snuggled under the covers, nude this
time. She had pulled down the roller shutters until the room was only
there, she realised that since that last sneezing fit, she had become
more aroused than she had been all day. Karen’s earlier presence had
more than likely been a contributing factor. Cautiously, she opened
her legs and let her fingers do some exploratory work. Her sex
responded enthusiastically and soon, she picked up the pace, images
flashing across her vision. Karen hugging her, nude as ever. Karen on
top of her, sneezing gently, as she had done during a lengthy
lovemaking session, several weeks ago. Then her favourite, Cherie with
her nose and mouth buried between Karen’s exquisite rear cheeks,
gasping with excitement as Cherie pleasured her, front and back.
Cherie involuntarily cried out Karen’s name in the empty house as
waves of pleasure took her, her cold forgotten.
minute later, she lay sated, a lazy smile on her lips. Drifting
towards sleep, she drifted, as she had all day, back to the past.
attended Professor Harkness’s lectures that morning. At lunch, she
sought out her course administrator and explained the events of
yesterday. He readily agreed to put Karen’s classes aside for the
week, with the exception of a part-done assignment which could be done
over the internet and e-mailed.
spent the next three days working at her computer and making a number
of quiet phone calls. She stood for long periods at the kitchen
window, sipping coffee, deep in thought. She only left the house to go
to her job at the nearby supermarket. Had to keep up an income.
Thursday, she drove alone to Bright. When she returned, Cherie was at
work. When Cherie returned, Karen was asleep. Cherie never did find
out much about that day, except that Karen and Violet had been but two
of a small congregation of mourners. Not much to show for a life.
returned to University and pushed herself, night and day. She caught
up on the week she had lost and overtook it, working several
assignments at once. Two weeks later, Helen found slumped asleep over
the computer at two in the morning.
Having seen enough, the young doctor told her friend she had to
slow down before she made herself ill with exhaustion. Karen
reluctantly agreed. Life returned to normal.
weeks later, the law firm handling her parents’ estate called and
requested Karen’s attendance at a will reading. Karen was mildly
surprised, but quickly recovered and said that the only time she had
free was a Monday evening and that she would be bringing her female
partner with her. Her tone brooked no argument.
lawyer was a Ms Phillips, a trim woman in her mid-forties. She found
her late clients had a beautiful daughter, a commercial law student,
who was accompanied by another equally beautiful young lady. Ms
Phillips didn’t bat an eyelid. Whatever their preference, they
seemed like nice young folk.
parents left their affairs in extremely good order,’ she told Karen.
‘The only bequests are to yourself, it seems.’
ears pricked up considerably. She exchanged a barely perceptible
glance of expectation with Cherie.
are two properties and an amount of money.’
three-bedroom house in Bright. You grew up there, I believe.’
shook her head.
want nothing to do with it,’ she said firmly. ‘Put it on the
market as is or auction it off.’
get to that, later,’ said Ms Phillips. ‘But there is another
property at Toorak. A two bedroom unit that your father bought for
….entertaining purposes. But probably a tax shelter, as well. It’s
quite luxuriously appointed, I understand.’
women noticed how Ms Phillips hesitated before saying
‘entertaining,’ but made no comment.
didn’t know about that,’ said Karen. ‘But I haven’t had much
contact in the last three years. In fact, I’m surprised I’m in the
will at all.’
you also have some money left to you,’ said Ms Phillips.
nice,’ Karen deadpanned. ‘How much? A few thousand?’
than that,’ replied Ms Phillips. ‘Less fees and charges and taxes,
and excluding the sale of the property in Bright, it comes to around
two and a half million dollars.’
mouth dropped open in astonishment. Karen’s world greyed over and,
for a few moments, she forgot to breathe.
two of them looked at each other, completely aghast.
fancied she’d heard the front door open and close. Her beloved was
home. Must be late. The room was dark. Her nose was hurting, but she
felt better than she had all day. Content, she drifted off again.
in the hell did all that money come from, anyway?’ Cherie asked in
was two days after the meeting with Ms Phillips, and the girls were
drinking cappuccino in a coffee shop at the Toorak Village shopping
what I can gather,’ Karen mused, ‘it was from donations to the
church. From both here and overseas. Dad creamed a lot of it off the
top, I suspect. Bought the unit with it too. And I wouldn’t like to
guess at what the ‘entertaining’ was that was going on there.’
had earlier gone to look at the unit and agreed it was going to be
their new home.
the people who made all those donations come looking for their money
when they hear your father’s dead and that he misappropriated their
funds?’ asked Cherie.
I doubt it,’ Karen replied. ‘I don’t think they would want
anyone to know they’d been in possession of the proceeds of crime,
eyebrows shot up.
right,’ Karen went on. ‘I had a talk with Aunt Violet the day of
the funeral. I found out why she severed her ties with the church, and
pretty much with mum and dad, too.’
leaned forward and began to talk earnestly to Cherie.
look marginally better than you did at lunchtime,’ Karen observed
when Cherie wandered into the lounge-room at seven p.m. Her eyes were
puffy from sleep and her nose was red.
sugarbunny,’ said Cherie. ‘I heard you come home earlier, but I
guess I dozed off again.’
cocked an eyebrow.
off? You were dead to the world when I checked on you.’
not say dead,’ she replied. ‘Dead could ruin my whole holiday.’
She pulled a tissue from her pocket and wiped her nose absently as
Karen eyed her.
you think it would be best if you slept in the spare room tonight?’
she asked, replacing the tissue. ‘You’re very busy at work. We
can’t have you getting sick as well.’
made a face. ‘I get even less colds than you,’ she said. ‘And
when was the last time we slept apart?’
dorm at uni,’ replied Cherie. ‘And even then, we’d end up in
each other’s bed several nights a week.’
was about to say something else, then quickly brought her hand up to
her mouth. ‘Atisshoo!’ she sneezed, lighter than she had all day.
Quickly, she fumbled the tissue from her pocket again as her nose
began to run. The cold was losing steam, slowly, but surely.
I have to, could we have some fun first?’ Karen spoke in a quiet,
hesitant voice which betrayed her fear that Cherie might say no.
course we can,’ replied Cherie, wiping her nose again.
beamed with delight.
and have some pizza,’ she enthused.
followed her into the kitchen and lifted the lids on the two boxes.
and pineapple, and then Mexicana with onion, chillies and hot
clear your sinuses out,’ Karen told her.
but what about you?’ Cherie asked. ‘The windows in you office
don’t open. You’ll suffocate people tomorrow.’
began to giggle. ‘Death by farting,’ she managed to get out. ‘Do
you think I’ll stand trial for it?’
sent them into gales of laughter, which set Cherie coughing
uncontrollably. But she didn’t care. It felt so good to laugh.
she had eaten, Cherie took a hot shower, feeling even better as the
steam worked at her nasal passages.
an hour later, her head was buried between a gasping Karen’s legs ,
her tongue skilfully weaving its magic. As she often did at the
heights of passion, Karen cried out an appreciation of Cherie’s
saliva and large sneezes before she was overwhelmed by a toe-curling
orgasm that rolled through her body for a good ten seconds.
Cherie lay with her head on Karen’s chest, the smell of her newly
cleaned skin and hair in Karen’s nostrils. Cherie declined any
reciprocal attention as she still felt far from a hundred percent and,
admittedly, she had masturbated after Karen had left at lunchtime. By
the weekend, though, she would be ready for some serious fun.
really want me to sleep in the spare room tonight?’ asked Karen, a
for the best, hon,’ Cherie
told her. ‘You know I’ll be better tomorrow.’
replied Karen. There was obvious disappointment in her voice.
seemed to blur. Cherie opened her eyes. Karen was gone and her own
head was back on the pillow. Must have gone right out to it again, she
thought. She rolled over and let her mind drift to the thought that
had occupied it all day.
estate of Karen’s parents was settled inside four months, the monies
being recovered from a complicated series of offshore bank accounts.
then moved very quickly. She asked Ms Phillips to put everything in
joint names, hers and Cherie’s. That gave them both equal ownership
of a home unit valued at $20,000, an investment portfolio of two
million dollars and a joint bank account containing $503,000.
then spoke to the administrators at Melbourne University and paid up
the remainder of hers and Cherie’s course fees. She bought an
ex-demonstrator Mitsubishi, walking away from her old Ford without a
after a stack of new clothes and a luxury bedroom suite with the most
expensive bedding available on the market, there was still $460,000
left. They bid a sad farewell to Helen and Li who knew that Karen had
come into some money with her bequest, but not how much.
No one else ever would, except Ms Phillips and her colleagues
who had probated the will.
house in Bright was sold for $170,000, the monies going to Karen, who
grudgingly put the money in a separate account and used it to make
sure that her Aunt Violet wanted for nothing, as her health was not a
money worries a thing of the past, both reduced their hours at the
supermarket to an as-required basis, spending long hours studying.
they knew it, they had reached their final six months of university.
afternoon, Karen collected the mail and found a letter from the State
Coroner’s office. An inquest had been held into the death of her
parents. She said nothing for the time being, waiting until after tea
that evening to discuss it with Cherie.
took a while,’ said Cherie. ‘It’s been eight months.’
nodded. ‘It was a strange sort of accident, that. No one could work
out how or why it happened, including the truck driver.’
he been charged with? Culpable driving? Vehicular manslaughter?’
shook her head.
was cleared of any blame.’
what were the findings?’ Cherie demanded. Honestly, Karen and her
sense of the dramatic.
answered Karen, and passed her the letter.
stirred into wakefulness and looked at the clock. She felt the virus
diminishing as it always did pretty quickly with her. But her nose and
bladder both required attention. She could fix them both in the
toilet. She plucked tissues in the darkness. Toilet paper was hard on
the nose. She started to get up, then sensed a presence beside her in
the bed. Wasn’t Karen in the spare room? She reached down and, sure
enough, there was that perfect little pair of buttocks that she would
know by touch anywhere.
little minx, she thought, waiting until I was asleep. She realised
that, apparently, no one or nothing kept demure little Karen away from
her soulmate. Cherie watched the sleeping figure for a moment, then,
unable to repress a grin, got up and went to the toilet.
cold was soon gone and life continued. In the final week of her
holidays, she rang her boss who told her that they were getting three
new counsellors and a considerable range of funding.
heard someone in Canberra has been pulling strings for us,’ she
had a sneaking suspicion she knew who had caused the strings to be
pulled, but said nothing.
morning, they lay in bed canoodling gently with each other, wanting to
make some heavy love, but not ready to give up the pleasures of
was teasing Cherie’s nipple with her tongue when suddenly, a
familiar expression crossed her face. She raised her head, bringing it
closer to Cherie’s.
had squeezed her eyes shut and released four of her very quiet,
kitten-soft little sneezes, her face almost touching the other
I love it when you do that,’ Cherie breathed. ‘You look so damn
just love me because I’m cute,’ Karen
deadpanned, rubbing her nose.
you’re rich,’ Cherie pointed out. ‘And you’ve got a darling
little pussy and a superb bottom.’
you love for all those things?’ Karen teased.
and anything else you’ve got,’ answered Cherie at once.
it,’ whispered Karen and flipped athletically over on top of her.
lips locked hungrily.
the early hours of Monday morning, Cherie drifted into wakefulness.
She glanced at the clock. 1.25. God, wasn’t it time for work yet?
She itched to get back there. Half-asleep, she again fell to thinking
how they had ended up here.
much tragedy and dishonesty had transpired around them to bring it all
together, yet she and Karen had always been happy just to have each
other. With a love they couldn’t get anywhere else.
were, she thought, no answers to some questions. And other answers
that you really didn’t want to know anyway.
there was somebody watching over her and Karen, it must be what they
there was somebody watching over her and Karen, it must be what they
she snuggled into Karen’s warmth and drifted back to sleep.